Song – Waiting on my Rising

Lyrics (Music forthcoming)

Waiting on My Rising

Another Easter Sunday.
Another stone rolled away.
The world is still the same as it was yesterday.
My mind’s still wearing grave clothes.
My body’s still in pain.
We’re under a flood warning.
There’s been so much rain.

I saw a car trapped in the waters,
stranded just like me.
I can’t seem to push on through
this frantic futility.

Waiting on my rising.
For the waters to recede.
Lost beneath the surface.
Trying not to breathe.

I spent Holy Week in the basement.
Hid from the sirens warning cry.
Of hail and twisted lightning
falling from the sky.
I was wide awake in the garden
but it did no good.
Love betrayed by kiss.
Nailed to bloody wood.

I drew my blade and struck out
in my raging impotence.
But fearful Anger only harms the innocent.

Waiting on my rising.
Like a violent metallic seed.
Body buried in the graveyard
of my complicity.

Bridge
All my offerings are not enough
to burn the shame from my soul.
The mercy seat is broken.
Good news is growing old.
I’m tired of trying to be holy.
I just want to be made whole.

I tried to cling to you in the garden.
But you told me to let you go.
There must be something I’m not grasping.
Some truth I don’t know.

Waiting on my rising.
For some place to begin again.
For someone to pull death’s stinger
out of my skin.

Waiting, waiting, waiting on my rising.

He spent almost a week trying to get under my skin. I ignored it and set boundaries. I didn't change him, the guy changed himself.

He's not broken. He just never had a safe place to reflect on those behaviours.

#Boundaries #MentalHealth #Healing #HumanNature #PersonalGrowth